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VOL. NO. 5.
POETRY.
MY MOTHER.
Thu beautiful little production, pay."
a well-merited tribute to a mother—and
where is the man, who does not breathe
that sacred title with emotions that thrill
the human heart, whenever it is pro
nounced ! The stanzas which follow,
were written by Mr. Nathaniel P. Wil
lis, many years ago, while at sea. They
reflect honor on his muse, and are wor
thy of his eminent reputation.
—o —
MY MOTHER.
My mother’s voice ! How. often creeps
Its cadence on my lonely hours,
Like healing on the wings of sleep,
Or dew on the unconscious flowers.
I might forget her melting praper,
While ’wildering pleasures madly fly;
Hut in the still, unbroken air,
Her gentle tones come stealing by;
And years of sin and manhood flee,
And leave me at my mother’s knee.
I have been out at eventide,
Beneath the moon-lit sky of spring.
When earth was garnished like a bride.
And night had on her silver wing;
When bursting buds and dewy grass,
And waters leaping to the light,
And all that makes the pulses pass
With wilder flectucss, thr >' the night
When all was beauty, then have I,
With friends on whom ray love is flung.
Like Myrrh on wings of Araby,
Gazed up where evo’ing’s lamp is hung.
And when the beauteous spin's there
Flung over all its golden chain,
My mother’s voice came on the air,
Like the light dropping of the rain;
And resting on some silver star,
The spirit of a bending knee,
I’ve poured a deep and fervent prayer
That our eterui y might be—
T<» rise in Heaven like stars by night,
And tread a living path of light.
THE DAYS HONE BY.
BV CHARLES SWAIN.
Tb<* days gone by—’tin sad, yet sweet, j
To li.-t the strum of parted hours;
To think of those we love to meet
When children, ’mid a thousand flow
ers !
The scenes we roved—romantic, lone—
Kre yet our hearts had learned to siah;
w»I o /
The dreams ot glory once our own,
lu days gone by—in days gone by!
The day? gone by—O! is there not
A charm, a feeling in those words—
A music ne’er to be forgot,
Struck from memory’s sweetest chords!
With many a tone to wake a tear,
Ami many a though t wo tain would fly;
0! still to every heart arc dear,
The days gone by—the days gone by!
The days gone by, they have a spell
To burst the cerements of the grave,
And from oblivion’s deepest cell
The forms we loved and lost—to save!
Time may not fade those looks of light
Still beauteous to the mental eye.
As the first hour they blest our sight,
In days gone by, in days gone by!
The days gone by—Man's best essay—
One fadeless work to leave behind—-
Before their might hath passed away,
Like dust upon the desert wind:
The very” mountains have grown grey.
And stars have vanished from the sky,
The young, the lair—oh! where are they?
With days gone by, with days gone by!
The days gone by—from shore to shore
Their ever lengthcningsbadows spread
Ou —on till time shall breath no more.
And earth itself be with the dead;
K*ch brief, unnoticed minute, bears
The mandate of its God on high;
And death and silence are the heirs
Of days gone by—of days gone by!
SENTIMENTAL.
j « a w a beauteous maiden,
By moonlight trip away,
To the quiet groves then laden
With the dewy breath of May,
With cautious step I followed her,
To learn why she went there;
She knelt her down—l dare not stir—
She surely was at prayer.
Her sylph-bke form bent o’er the ground,
Her ringlets kissed the dew;
By stealth I nearer came, and found—
Her tying up her shoe!
Trhrt* lo Burgees of Rhode Island,
Hon M* Dickinson, and the widow of
** - Webster are dead.
Hsr! shail ths PRESS, Thß PEOPLE S RIGHTS maintain; Unawtd by Influence, And unbribed by GAIN.”
COLUMBIA, TUOLUMNE COUNTY, CALIFORNIA, SATURDAY, DECEMBER 10, 1853
MISCELLANY.
A YANKEE STORY.
[The funny columns in the English
papers derive more of their “stuff for
smiles” from the journals of this coun
try, than from any other source. We
find iu one of them this ludicrous anec
dote of the “Bewitched Clock,” which
was quite new to us:]
About half past eleven o’clock on
Sunday night, a human leg, enveloped in
blue broadcloth, “mighthave been seen”
entering Deacon Cephas Barberry’s
kitchen window. The leg was followed,
finally, by the entire person of a live
Yankee, attired in his Suuday-go-to
meetin’ clothes. It was, in short, Joe
Mayweed who thus burglariously won his
way into the deacon’s kitchen.
‘W onder how much the old deacon
made by orderin’ me not to darken his
doors again?’ soliloquized the young gen
tleman. ‘Promised him 1 wouldn’t, but
didn’t say nothin’ about winders.
Winders is just as good as doors, of there
ain't no nails to tear your trousers onto.
Wonder if Sally’cl come down? The
critter promised me. I’m afeard to
move about here, ’cause I might break
my shins over somethin’ nuther, and
and wake the old folks, ('old enough
to freez a Polish bear here. O, here
comes Sally.’
The beauteous maid descended with
a pleasant smile, a tallow candle, and a
box of lucifer matches. After receiving
a rapturous greeting she made up a rous
ing fire in the cooking stove, and the
happy couple sat down to enjoy the
sweet interchange of vows and hopes
But the course of true love rau no
smoother in old Barberry’s kitchen than
it dose elsewhere, and Joe, was just
making up his mind to treat himself to
a kiss, and was started by the voice of
the deacon, her farther, shouting from
his chamber door :—‘Sally ! What you
getting up in the middle of the night
*br:’
‘Tell him it’s most morning,’ whisper
ed Joe.
‘I can’t tell a fib!’ said Sally.
‘l’ll make it a truth, then,” said Joe;
and, running to the huge, old fashioned
clock that stood in the corner, he set it
at five.
‘Look at the clock, and tell me what
time it is,’cried the old gentleman.
‘lt’s five by the clock,’ answered Sal
ly, an 1, corroborating her words, the old
clock struck five.
The lovers sat down again and resum
ed their conversation. Suddenly the
staircase began to creak. ‘Goody gra
cious! It’s father,’ exclaimed Sally.
‘The deacon! by thunder!’ cried Joe.
j ‘Hide me Sally!’
‘V\ here can I hide you?’ cried the
distracted girl.
‘Oh, I know,’ said he. ‘l’ll squeeze
into the the clock-case.’ And, without
another word, he concealed himself in
the case, and closed the door.
The deacon was dressed, and sitting
himself down by the cooking-stove, pull
ed out his pipe, lighted it, and com
menced smoking deliberately and calm
ly.’ ‘Five o’clock, eh? said he. ‘Well,
I shall have time to smoke three or four
pipes, and then I’ll go and feed the crit
ters.
‘Hadn’t you better feed the critters
fust, sir,’ suggested the dutiful Sally.
‘No; smokin’ clears my head; and
wakes me up,’ replied the deacon, who
seemed uot a whit disposed to hurry his
enjoyment.
_ Burr-r-r-r—whiz!—ding! ding? ding!
ding! went the clock.
‘Tormented lightning!’ er-ied the dea
con, starting up, and dropping bis pipe
on the stove:—‘what’n creation’s that?’
It’s only the clock striking five!’ said
Sally, tremulously.
Whizz! ding ! ding! ding ! went the
clock furiously.
‘Powers of marcy!’ cried the deacon.
‘Strikin’ five! it’s struck a hundred.’
‘Deacon Barberry?’ cried the deacon’s
better half, who had hastily robed her
self, and now came plunging down the
staircase in the wildest state of alarm,
‘what is the matter with the clock?’
Goodness only knows,’ replied the old
| man. ‘lt’s been in the famly these
three hundred years, and never did I
know it to carry on so afore.’
Whiz! ding ! ding! ding! went the
clock again.
‘lt’ll burst itself!’ cried the old lady,
shedding a flood of tears, ‘and there
won’t be nothin’ left of it.’
‘lt’s bewiahed!’ said the deacon, who
retained a leaven of good old New Eng
land superstition in bis nature. ‘Any
how,’ said be, after a pause, advancing
resolutely towards the clock, ‘l’ll see
what’s got into it.*
*Oh, don’t,’ cried his daughter, seizing
one of his coat-tails, while his wife clung
to the other. ‘Don’t!’ chorussed both
the women together.
‘ Let go my raiment,’ shouted the old
deacon. ‘I ain’t afeard of the powers
of darkness. ’
But the women would not let go; so
the deacon slipped out of his coat, and
while, from the sudden cessation of re
sistance, they fell heavily on the floor,
he darted forward, and laid his hand up
on the clock-case. But no human pow
er could open it. Joe was holding it
inside with a death grasp. The old dea
con began to be dreadfully frightened,
lie gave one more tug. An unearthly
yell, as a fiend in distress, bursts from
the inside, and then the clock-case,
pitched head-foremost at the deacon,
fell head-long on the floor, samsbed its
iace, and wrecked its fair proportions.
The current of air extingused the lamp
—the deacon, the old lady, and Sally,
fled up stairs, and Joe Mayweed, extri
cating himself from the clock; effected
his escape in the same way in which he
entered.
The next day all Appleton was alive
with the story of how Deacon Barberry’s
clock had been bewitched, and though
many believed his version, some, aud
especially Joe Mayweed, affected to dis
credit the whole affair, hinting that the
deacon had been trying the experiment
of tasting frozen cider, and the va
garies of the clock-case existed only in a
distempered imagination.
However, the interdict being taken
off, Joe was allowed to resume his court
ing and won the consent of the old peo
ple to his union with Sally, by repairing
the old clock till it went as well as ever.
A Man Restored to Life after
Ten Month’s Burial. —The subjoined
extract from the Paris Journal of Mag
netism, which quotes as its authority a !
very remarkable book published by Mr.
Osborne, an English officer, on his re
turn from the Court of Bunjesting, in
India. \Ve must also add, that Gen.
Ventura, who was a witness to this ex
traordinary transaction, testified to the
correctness of the statement when he
subsequently visited Paris. Mr. Os
born says:
At the end of some preparation that
had lasted several days, aud which w y e
will not here mention, the Fakir declar
ed himself in readiness for the inter
ment; the witnesses met around a tomb
of mason work, constructed expressly to
receive him. Before their eyes, the
Fakir closed with wax (with the excep
tion of his mouth) every aperture of his
body through which the air might be
admitted; then he stripped off all Lis
clothing. He was then inclosed in a lin
en bag, and, by his' direction, his tongue
was turned back, so as to enclose the en
trance to the throat. Immediately after
this operation, the Fakir fell into a leth
argic state; the bag which contained him
was then closed aud staled by the Ra
jah. The sack was then placed in a
wooden box, which was locked with a
padlock and sealed. The box was then
lowered into the tomb, over which was
thrown a great quantity of earth, which
was trampled down and then sown with
barley; finally, sentinels were set to watch
it day and night.
Notwithstanding all these precau
tions, the Rajah was still suspicious, and
came twice during the ten months that
the Fakir was buried, aud caused the
tomb to be examined. He found the
Fakir precisely as be bad left him, aud
perfectly cold and inanimate.
The ten months having elapsed, they
proceeded to the final examination.—
Gen. Ventura and Capt. Wade saw the
padlock .opened, the seals broken and
the chest raised from the tomb. The
Fakir was removed; there were no indi
cations of the heart or pulse. In the
top of the head there remained some
slight sensation of heat. After first
placing his tongue in a natural position,
and pouring warm water over his body,
he began to evince some signs of life.—
After two hours he was quite restored
and walked about. This wonderful man
is about thirty years of age—his figure
is unpleasant and bis countenance has a
cunning expression. He says that he
bad delicious dreams during bis inter
ment, and that restoration was very pain
ful to him.
The Golden Gate brought 80 women
and 40 children, and the Sierra Nevada
145 women and 60 children. One gen
tleman on the Sierra Nevada has with
him a wife and 13 children.
Another Wonderful Island.—
The account of ‘‘Pitcairn’s Island” was
almost too marvelous for belief, but we
have just met a discription given by
Capt. Gibson—whose wonderful escape
from a dungeon in the island of Java
was published lately—of the very curi
ous island of Tristan d’Acunha, a mere
rock in the Southern ocean. Capt. G.
says:
This island is situated midway be
tween the Cape of Good Hope and Cape
Horn. In the year 1811, the British
frigate Pandora struck on a ledge of
rocks near ibis island, on her return
home from Bengal, laden with troops.
One of their number, Serjeant Glass,
while the troops were being landed,
preparatory to getth 5 the ship off the
rocks, took advantage of the confusion
attendent thereon, and secreted himself
on the island, and the ship sailed with
out him. Glass remained here three
years, subsisting in the meantime on the
flesh of goats, which here abound, and
also on shell fish and roots. By the ex
piration of this time he had succeeded
in constructing a boat from drift timber
and other materials, and proceeded with
a cargo of goat skins to the Cape of
Good. Hope, some one thousand miles
distant.
The time which he selected for Lis
departure in this frail craft was during
the prevalence of the westerly winds.—
He accomplished Lis perilous voyage in
safety.
After a short residence at Cape Town,
he married the widow of a soldier who
had died at the Capo; and with his wife
and a negro man returned to bis solitary
island again, taking with him various
implements, seeds, arms aminuation,
together with other necessaries, which
were liberally furnished him by the
merchants of Cape Town. Here the
good couple carried out the injunction
of “increase and multiply.” The re
sult of their marriage was seven daugh
ters, who, in the course of time, were
married to American whalers, who occa
sionally touched at the island. These
sons-in-law of the old man, in compli
ance with a law that he had made, that
“no son-in-law of his should leave the
island,” settled down and proved as pro
lific as did the original couple, so that
the population now amounts to 84 chil
dren, grand-children and great-grand
children.
The old Patriarch, Glass, is now 83
years of age, and as hale and strong as a
youth of 20; indeed, he means to live
for 80 years longer, and, so far as per
sonal apperance would warrant the judg
ment, he will do it.
A remarkable fact should here he
mentioned—that siuce the island has
first been settled hy Glass, death has
never visited one of the inhabitants.
The amount of laud at present avail
able for cultivation on the island is a
mere strip of about 250 acres, which is
entirely devoted to the cultivation of po
tatoes and other esculents. But as the
spade is used, and every attention paid
to enriching the land,it is even now cap
able of furnishing support to about 500
persons; and there is no doubt but that in
the course of a few years, large tracts of
other land on the side of the mountain
will be brought into a productive state.
The island is an extinct Volcano, ris
ing almost 1,100 feet above the level of
the sea. The edges of the crater of
this volcanic mountain are eternally cov
ered with snow. Within the crater is
a magnificent lake of pure fresh water,
about one third of a mile in diameter.
This lake is fed by the melted snows,
and it overflows in several torrents and
cascades down the side of the mountain,
supplying the inhabitants of the island
and ships, which sometimes touch there,
with excellent water. The lake some
times abounds with a very peculiar kind
of fish, of excellent flavor, and totally
unlike any other species found in the
surrounding ocean, so that their origin
is an interesting subject for the investi
gation of the ichthyologist.
Capt. Gibson stayed at this island for
three days, and only left it and its inter
esting inhabitants, sooner than he wish
ed from compulsion, as a dangerous
storm was brewing, and the coast afford
ed no safe anchorage. The granddaugh
ters of old Glass are described as re
markable for their health and beauty,
and it would not be strange if many ad
venturous Yankees should be inclined to
settle there, and marry into this patri
archal fraternity. The women are
equally expert with the men in the use
of the rifle, fishing rod and oar, and find
no difficulty in obtaining husbands, for
whom they make excellent wives!
With the men of the original stock,
however. n case is different, as women
are not in the habit of going “a whal
ing;” therefore no women come to the
island. We are informed that there are
now about nineteen young men who
wouid feel under great obligations to
some charitable Mrs. Farnham.
One of the young men took his fa
ther’s boat, and with two of his cousins
proceeded to the coast of Africa, and
made bold to introduce himself to an
interesting young Caff re woman, who
not being affected with any of the punc
tilios of civilized life, readily accompan
ied him home. By her he had three in
teresting children, and she makes him
an excellent wife. She is described as
of a bright brown complexion, thin lip
ped, with fine straight nose, most inter
esting cast of countenance, and a slen
der agile figure. She has readily ac
quired the English language, and speaks
it with remarkable fluency.
The Colorado and Rio Virgin—
Stupendous Cataract.—From Capt.
Walker, the celebrated mountaineer,
the San Francisco Herald derives very
interesting facts, concerning the char
acteristics of the Great Basin and its
borders. We quote a portion of the
account:
“A wide valley extends on this side
of the Colorado from its mouth about
one hundred and fifty miles up. Capt.
Walker thinks the Mohave must empty
into the Colorado near the head of this
valley. From Walker’s pass to the Col
orado, he says a railroad could be built
without a foot of grading. He struck
the Colorado a little south of the mouth
of the Rio \ irgin, and travelled up the
river until he came to the Virgin. This
last stream heads iu the Sou Watch
mountains, runs iu a southerly direction
and enters into the Colorado just above
the Big Canon. Its mouth is a wide
sandy bed, with very little water—in
fact, it shows much more water one
hundred and fifty miles up stream; this
is owing to the fact that it frequently
sinks and runs into the sand. Sevier
river drains the northern slope of the
Sou Watch mountains, and runs north.-
Captain Walker, in one of his tramps,
passed over from the head waters of
the Sevier to those of the Virgen—he
says the country between them is more
cut up than any he ever me t with on
this continent. To use his own expres
sion, it is torn all to pieces with canons.
On the upper Virgen there are two
very remarkable falls. One of them,
about two hundred miles from its mouth
is the most stupendous cataract in the
world ; it falls in an almost unbroken
sheet a distance of full one thousand
feet! The river some distance above
traverses a pretty timbered valley, and
then runs theough a canon. Hero the
current becomes rapid. The mountain
seams to run directly across the river.—
At the falls the stream is narrowed to
thirty or forty yards, while the canon
rises on either side in almost perpendic
ular cliffs to the height of two hundred
feet. The pent up stream rushes on to
the brink of the precipice, leaps over
and falls with scarce a break, into the
vast abyss below. Capt. Walker de
scribes the sight aa grand beyond 'des
cription. About thirty miles above
there is another magnificent fall. Here
the river plunges over the cliff, falls a
distance of two or three hundred feet,
and breaks into a myriad of fragments
upc i a projecting ledge beneath. Al
though the fall is not so great as the
other, it is more picturesque, from the
multitude of smaller cataracts into
which it is divided by the rocks.
Black Noses.—We have heard of
“ black eyes,” “blue noses,” as well as
“Nez-perces,” or ‘‘Pierced noses,” but
it required the ingenuity of the Ken
tucky Legislature to propose a law to
blacken a man’s nose. We see that a
resolution has been introduced into the
Kentucky Legislature, which provides
that “the keeper of the Penitentiary
shall procure a suitable chemical dye,
such as will stain the cuticle or outer
surface of the skin perfectly black, so
that it cannot be washed off, or in any
way removed, until time shall wear it
away, and nature furnish a new cuticle,
or surface, and with this dye he shall
have the nose of each male convict
painted perfectly black, and renew the
application as often as it may be neces
sary to keep it so, until within one
month of the expiration of his sentence,
when it shall be discontinued for the
purpose of allowing nature to restore
the feature to its original hue, prepara
tory to the second advent of its owner
into the world.’’ —Detroit Daily Afk.
WHOLE NO. 57
Uncertainty oe the Law.—A
Laughable illustration of the heading of
this article occurred in Illinois lately, as
will be seen by the following from the
Peoria News:
Mr. A was out hunting with his
rifle, and crossing the field of Mr. B
a Frenchmen, B -’s dog attacked
him savagely, while B- stood look
ing on, without attempting to call off his
dog; A getting out of patience, shot
the dog, and he fell apparently dead.—
B , in high dungeon, forthwith got
out a warrant, and had A arrested
for killing his dog; swore to the killing,
and was corroborated by two of bis
neighbors, who were present at the
shooting. The magistrate fined A——
ten dollars and costs, which amounted to
about ten more; A paid the fine and
costs, and when the parties got home
from the trial, the dog had come home
also, and was not killed. B then
got out a warrant against the French
man and his two associates for perjury,
in swearing A had killed the dog.
They were frightened, and made peace
with B , paid him back his twenty
dollars, and ten more for his trouble,
and no trial was had; and when the par
ties returned home from the last suit,
lo! the dog was dead.
The New Diplomatic Costume.—
The following paragraph in a letter of
the Paris correspondent of the London
Times , giving an account of a recent Im
perial levee, should send a thrill of
pride through every American breast:
“Among the Diplomatic Corps, was
of course Mr. Sanford, the Charge d’Af
faires of the United States, w T ho, in com
pliance with the recent instructions of
the American Secretary of State, ap
peared in the simple dress of an Ameri
can citizen. This unassuming costume,
which presented a striking contrast with
the glitter of embroidery and the blaze
of stars and crosses around, caused much
sensation, and is a topic of conversation
in all the political circles. Mr. Sanford
had previously intimated to the grand
chamberlain's department that he should
so appear. This is, I believe, the first
occasion that the instructions of the
American government have been car
ried out, as they were this day, faith
fully to the letter, by Mr. Sanford.”
No one will be disappointed at the
sensation created by Mr. Sanford’s ap
pearance attired like an American gen
tleman; the only wonder is that diplo
matic vanity had never before discover
ed such ready means of self-indulgence.
The Last Supper. — A paragraph
from the Cincinnati Gazette went the
rounds of the newspapers, a short time
since, in effect that seven young men of
that city, 21 years ago, agreed to have
an annual meeting and supper as long
as any of their number should survive;
and also stated that only two of them
were then living. Henry L. Taten, Esq,
one of the two, died on Thursday last,
leaving Dr. J. Vattier as the last man
of the whole party. The next annual
supper takes place iu October, and the
Gazette remarks:—
“How awful that last supper, when
the sole survivor enters the room, and
sees there the seven plates and the sev
en chairs, each of which tells him ‘what
shadows we are, and what shadows we
pursue.’’
Iu Vermont there were several bal
lotings had for Governor, iu the Legisla
ture hut none elected.
The entire Democratic ticket has been
elected in Ohio.
In Pennsylvania the entire Democrat
ic State ticket is elected, and also a ma
jority ia the Senate.
H. M. Rice, dein., has been elected
Delegate in the Territory of Minnesota.
Johnson, dcm., has been elected Gov
ernor of Georgia.
Robert M’Lane, of Md., is appointed
Commissioner to China.
The North-west passage around Amer
ica has &t last been discovered, and
made by Commander M’Clure of the
British Ship Investigator. She has been
blocked up iu the ice ever since 1849.
No traces were discovered of Sir
John Franklin.
Win. Loyd Garrison had his none pull
ed at a Womans’ Rights Convention.
James Morrissey, who fought with
Yankee Sullivan, on Wednesday, for a
wager of $2,000, near Boston Four Cor
ners, died this afternoon from the effect*
of the injuries he received in the bruta)
encounter. His face and head were so
cut and beat as to present a moat horri
ble spectacle. Warrants have been issu
ed for the arrest of Yankee Sullivan, as
I well as for the four seconds.

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